POEMS OF THE 
SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 

BY MANY POETS 
OLD AND NEW 



L. N. Fowler & Co. 
London E. C, England 

LITTLE SUN-BOOKS 

PUBLISHED BY 

THE ELIZABETH TOWNE CO. 

HOLYOKE, MASS. 
1916 






COPYiaGHT, 1916 
BY 

Elizabeth Towne 



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NOV 22 1916 
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CONTENTS 

i«THE Salutation of the Dawn From the Sufi 7 

; Waiting John Burroughs 8 

.} Poems by Walt Whitman 

Song of Myself 10 

To You 12 

"Swiftly I Shrivel " • 14 

" I Ordain Myself " . . 15 

" I know I am Restless " 15 

" I know I am August " IG 

Sometimes with One I Love. 17 

Poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 

Will 19 

Freedom 20 

Fate 21 

Our Souls , 21 

The Law 22 

Thought-magnets 22 

"Build on Resolve " 23 

Thine Inheritance 24 



Poems by Robert Browning 

Grow Old along with Me: From Rabbi Ben Ezra 25 

Why I am a Liberal 28 

Life Stanzas 29 



Stanzas by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 



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4 CONTENTS 

Poems by Edwin Markham 

Victory in Defeat .*. 32 

Earth is Enough 32 

The Prophet and the Travellers 33 

One Music 34 

Partners 35 

The Choice 35 

Outwitted . . • 36 

The Legend Beautiful Henry W. Longfellow 37" 

Self-dependence Matthew Arnold 44 

Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Give All to Love 4G 

The Son of Life 48 

The Soul and Nature 49 

Thine Own Wealth 50 

Verses by Goethe 

" What I Meant to Do " 51 

"Boldness Hath Genius" 52 

Rest 52 

If Ye Lay Bound Sir Edwin Arnold 54 

Poems by Robert Loveman 

April Rain 55 

For Worship all the say . . ." 50 

World War 57 

He Alone Is Living John Boyle O'Reilly 58 

Lines from Alexander Pope 

All are but Parts of One 60 

All Nature is but Art 60 

Mysteries Charles Hatison Towne CI 

Poems by Theodore Lynch Fitz Simons 

The Unseen Sculptor 62 

Fate 63 



CONTENTS 5 

From Sam Walter Foss 

By the Side of the Road 64 

'Tis not the Greatest Singer 64 

Yes, Clean yer House 65 

Verses With' Smiles 

The Two Brothers Lueien M. Lewis 66 

Realized Wishes Winifred Brachlow 67 

** God loves me " Elimbetk Towne 68 

Sing a Song Florence Adella Bertels 68 

Blues and Blues Annie L. Scull 69 

The Secret of Success Nixon Waterman 70 

Friends Anon. 71 

Hobson's Choice Florens Folsom 72 

All Things Come to him who Waits Anon. 72 

Laughter Century 73 

Divine Progress Frances Ramsay 74 

Where Four-leaf Clover Grows Ella Higginson 74 

Bt Many Poets 

Invictus William Ernest Henley 76 

Give Way Charlotte Perkins Oilman 77 

The Furnace William Rose Benet 78 

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil 

Grace MacGowan Cooke 79 

The Way Mary H. Force 80 

Evolution Verne Detcitt Rowell 81 

The GnfeAT Reunion Alfred Noyes 82 

I Track Upstream the Spirit's Call.. Horace Traubel 84 

Bereaved James Whitcomb Riley 85 

Debts Jessie B. Rittenhouse 86 

The Gardener Rabindranath Tagore 87 

The Great Forgiveness , 

Marchesa Florence Alli-Maccarani 88 

Victory Henry Victor Morgan 89 

Courage "'. Florens Folsom 90 

Suggestion ' Clifford Greve 91 



Truth is the Sun Samuel Valentine Cole 9 

The Man You Meant to Be Arthur William Beer 9 

New Thought Anna Alice Chapin 9 

The Building of the City .... Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 9 

Why Not Begin? Witter Bynner 9 

Why? Katherine Quinn 9 

The Lack ." Ella Randolph -P ear ce 9 

My Own Madeline Abbott Lang 9 

Determination Etliel L. Preble 9 

Circumstance. Eleanor Bobbins Wiison 10 

When Duty is a Joy Anon.' 10 

Shine Just Where You Are John Hay 10 

Good and III Joaquin Miller 10 

Such Blossomings John Milton Scott, 10 

Reciprocity Rose M. de V aux-Rqyer 10 

"For Love's Sake " Elizabeth Barrett Browning 10 

Counterpoise Caroline D. Swan 10 

Indirection Richard Realf 10 

The Psalm of the Woodsman . William Steward Gordon . 11 

The Spur Aldis Dunbar 1] 

Uplifts Stillman Kneeland 1] 

This Earth a Puzzle Herbert Kaufman 11 

Brief Stanzas of Poetry il 



THE SALUTATION OF THE DAWN 

From the Sufi 

LISTEN to the Exhortation of the Dawn! 
Look to this Day! 
For it is Life, the very Life of Life. 
In its brief course He all the 
Verities and Realities of your Existence; 

The Bliss of Growth, 

The Glory of Action, 

The Splendor of Beauty : 
For yesterday is but a Dream, 
And Tomorrow is only a Vision; 

But today well lived makes 
Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, 
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. 
Look well therefore to this Day ! 
Sufih is the salutation of the Dawn. 



WAITING 

By John Burroughs 

SERENE, I fold my hands and wait, 
Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea; 
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, 
For, lo! My own shall come to me. 

I stay my haste, I make delays : 
For what avails this eager pace? 

I stand amid the eternal ways, 

And what is mine shall know my face. 

Asleep, awake, by night or day. 
The friends I seek are seeking me; 

No wind can drive my bark astray 
Nor change the tide of destiny. 

What matter if I stand alone? 

I wait with joy the coming years; 
My heart shall reap where it has sown. 

And garner up its fruit of tears. 



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The waters know their own and draw 

The brook that springs in yonder height. 

So flows the good with equal law 
Unto the soul of pure delight. 

The stars come nightly to the sky, 

The tidal wave unto the sea ; 
Noi" time nor space, nor deep nor high, 

Can keep my own away from me. 



POEMS BY WALT WHITMAN 

SONG OF MYSELF 

I HAVE said that the soul is not more thai 
the body, 

And I have said that the body is not more 
than the soul, 

And nothing, not God, is greater to one than 
one's self is. 

And whoever walks a furlong without sym- 
pathy walks to his own funeral drest in 
his shroud. 

And I or you pocketless of a dime may pur- 
chase the pick of the earth, 

And to glance with an eye or show a bean in 
its pod confounds the learning of all 
times. 

And there is no trade or employment but the 
young man following it may become a 
hero. 



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And there is no object so soft but it makes a 

hub for the wheel'd universe, 
And I say to any man or woman, Let your 

soul stand cool and composed before a 

million universes. 

And I say to mankind. Be not curious about 

God,^ 
For I who am curious about each am not 

curious about God, 
(No array of terms can say how much I am 

at peace about God and about death.) 

I hear and behold God in every object, yet 
understand God not in the least. 

Nor do I understand who there can be more 
wonderful than myself. 

Why should I wish to see God better than 

this day? 
I see something of God each hour of the 

twenty-four, and each moment then. 



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In the faces of men and women I see God, am 

in my own face in the glass, 
I find letters from God dropt in the street 

and every one is sign'd by God's name 
And 1 leave them where they are, for I kno\^ 

that wheresoe'er I go. 
Others will punctually come for ever and ever 



TO YOU 

I WILL leave all and come and make the 
hymns of you, 
None has understood you, but I understand 

you. 
None has done justice to you, you have not 

done justice to yourself. 
None but has found you imperfect, I only find 

no imperfection in you, 
None but would subordinate you, I only am 

he who will never consent to subordinate 

you. 



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I only am he who places over you no master, 
owner, better, God, beyond what waits 
intrinsically in yourself. 

Painters have painted their swarming groups 
and the centre-figure of all. 

From the head, of the centre-figure spreading 
a nimbus of gold-color'd light. 

But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no 
head without its nimbus of gold-color'd 
light, 

From my hand, from the brain of every man 
and woman it streams, effulgently flow- 
ing forever. 

O I could sing such grandeurs and glories 

about you! 
You have not known what you are, you have 

slumber'd upon yourself all your life. 
Your eyelids have been the same as closed 

most of the time, 
What you have done returns already in 

mockeries. 



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(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do 

not return In mockeries, what is their 

return?) . . . 
As for me, I give nothing to any one except I 

give the like carefully to you, 
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not 

God, sooner than I sing the songs of the 

glory of you. 
Whoever you are! claim your own at any 

hazard ! 



"SWIFTLY I SHRIVEL" 

SWIFTLY I shrivel at the thought of God, 
At Nature and its wonders. Time and 
Space and Death, 
But that I, turning, call to thee O soul, thou 

Actual Me; 
And lo, thou gently masterest the orbs, 
Thou matest Time, smilest content at Death, 
And fillest swellest full the vastnesses of 
Space. 



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"I ORDAIN MYSELF" 

FROM this hour I ordain myself loosed of 
limits and imaginary lines, 
Going where I list, my own master total and 

absolute, 
Listening to others, considering well \yhat they 

say. 
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating. 
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting 
myself of the holds that would hold me. 



"I KNOW I AM RESTLESS" 

I KNOW I am restless and make others so, 
I know my words are weapons, full of 
danger, full of fire. 
For I confront peace, security, and all the 

settled laws, to unsettle them, 
I am more resolute because all have denied me 
than I could ever have been had all 
accepted me, 



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I heed not and have never heeded either ex- 
perience, caution, majorities, nor ridicule. 

And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or 
nothing to me. 

And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little 
or nothing to me. 



"I KNOW I AM AUGUST" 

I KNOW I am august, 
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate 
itself or be understood, 
I see that the elementary laws never apologize, 
(I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I 
plant my house by, after all). 

I exist as I am, that is enough. 
If no other in the world be aware I sit content. 
And if each and all be aware I sit content. 
One world is aware and by far the largest to 
me, and that is myself, 



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And whether I come to my own to-day or in 
ten thousand or ten million years, 

I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal 
cheerfulness I can wait. 

My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in 

granite, 
I laugh at what you call dissolution. 
And I know the amplitude of time. 

And I will show that there is no imperfection 

in the present, and can be none in the 

future, 
And I will show that whatever happens to 

anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful 

results. 



SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE 

SOMETIMES with one I love I fill myself 
with rage for fear I effuse unreturn'd 
love, 



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But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, 
the pay is certain one way or another: 

(I loved a certain person ardently and my 
love was not return'd, 

Yet out of that I have written these songs.) 



POEMS BY 
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX 



WILL 

THERE is no chance, no destiny, no fate, 
Can circumvent or hinder or control 
The firm resolve of a determined soul. 
Gifts count for nothing. Will alone is great. 
All things give way before it soon or late. 
What obstacle can stay the mighty force 
Of the sea-seeking river in its course. 
Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait? 

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves. 
Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate 
Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves, 
Whose slightest action or inaction serves 
The one great aim. Why even Death stands 

still, 
And waits an hour some times for such a will. 



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FREEDOM 

I CARE not who were vicious back of me, 
No shadow of their sins on me is shed. 
My will is greater than heredity; 

I am no worm to feed upon the dead. 

My face, my form, my gestures and my 
voice 

May be reflections from a race that was; 
But this I know, and, knowing it, rejoice: 

I am myself, a part of the Great Cause. 

I am a spirit! Spirit would suffice. 

If rightly used, to set a chained world 

free. 
Am I not stronger than a mortal vice 
That crawls the length of some ancestral 

tree? 



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FATE 

NE ship drives east and another drives 

west, 
With the self-same winds that blow. 

'Tis the set of the sails, 

And not the gales 
Which tell us the way to go. 

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of 

fate. 
As we voyage along through life: 

'Tis the set of a soul 

That decides its goal, 
And not the calm or the strife. 



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OUR SOULS 

UR souls should be vessels receiving 
The waters of love for relieving 
The sorrows of men. 



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For here lies the pleasure of living: 
In taking God's bounties and giving 
The gifts back again. 



THE LAW 

WHEN the great universe was wrought 
To might and majesty from naught 
The all-creative force was — 

Thought. 

That force is thine. Though desolate 
The way may seem, command thy fate. 
Send forth thy thought — 

Create — Create ! 

THOUGHT-MAGNETS 

WITH each strong thought, with every 
earnest longing 
For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul, 
Invisible vast forces are set thronging 
Between thee and that goal. 



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'Tis only when some hidden weakness alters 
And changes thy desire, or makes it less, 

That this mysterious army ever falters 
Or stops short of success. 

Thought is a magnet; and the longed-for 
pleasure 

Or boon, or aim, or object, is the steel; 
And its attainment hangs but on the measure 

Of what thy soul can feel. 

"BUILD ON RESOLVE" 

BUILD on resolve, and not upon regret, 
The structure of thy future. Do not 
grope 
Among the shadows of old sins, but let 
Thine own soul's light shine on the path of 

hope. 
And dissipate the darkness. Waste no tears 
Upon the blotted record of lost years. 
But turn the leaf, and smile, oh, smile to see 
The fair, white pages that remain for thee. 



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THINE INHERITANCE 

THERE is no thing thou canst not over- 
come; 
Say not thy evil instinct is inherited. 
Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole 

life forlorn 
And calls down punishment that is not merited. 

Back of thy parents and thy grand-parents lies 
The great eternal will! That too is thine 
Inheritance, strong, beautiful, divine. 
Sure lever of success for him who tries. 

There is no noble height thou canst not climb; 
All triumphs may be thine in Time's futurity; 
If, whatsoe'er thy fault, thou dost not faint 

or halt; 
But lean upon the path of God's security. 

Earth has no claim the soul cannot contest; 
Know thyself part of the Eternal source; 
Naught can stand before thy spirit's force; 
The soul's divine inheritance is best. 



POEMS BY ROBERT BROWNING 



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GROW OLD ALONG WITH ME 

From Rabbi Ben Ezra 
ROW old along with me! 



The best is yet to be, 
The last of life, for which the first was made: 
Our times are in his hand 
Who saith, "A whole I planned, 
Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, 
nor be afraid!" . . . 

Rejoice we are allied 
To that which doth provide 
And not partake, effect and not receive! 
A spark disturbs our clod ; 
Nearer we hold of God 

Who gives, than of his tribes that take. I 
must believe. 



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Then, welcome each rebuff 

That turns earth's smoothness rough, 

Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but 

go! 
Be our joys three-parts pain ! 
Strive, and hold cheap the strain; 
Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never 

grudge the throe! 

For thence, — a paradox 
Which comforts while it mocks, — 
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: 
What I aspired to be. 
And was not, comforts me: 
A brute I might have been, but would not 
sink i' the scale. 

What is he but a brute 

Whose flesh has soul to suit. 

Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want 

play? 
To man, propose this test — 
Thy body at its best, 



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How far can that project thy soul on its lone 
way? 

Yet gifts should prove their use: 
I own the Past profuse 
Of power each side, perfection every turn: 
Eyes, ears took in their dole, 
Brain treasured up the whole; 
Should not the heart beat once "How good to 
live and learn?" . 

Not once beat "Praise be thine! 
I see the whole design, 

I, who saw power, see now Love perfect too: 
Perfect I call thy plan : 
Thanks that I was a man ! 
Maker, remake, complete, — I trust what 
thou shalt do!" 

For pleasant is this flesh; 

Our soul, in its rose-mesh 

Pulled ever to the earth, still yearns for rest: 

Would we some prize might hold 

To match those manifold 



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Possessions of the brute, — gain most, as we 
did best! 

Let us not always say, 

"Spite of this flesh to-day 

I strove, made head, gained ground upon the 

whole!" 
As the bird wings and sings, 
Let us cry, "All good things 
Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than 

flesh helps soul!" 

WHY I AM A LIBERAL 

WHY? " Because all I haply can and do. 
All that I now, all I hope to be, — 
Whence comes it save from fortune setting 
free 
Body and soul the purpose to pursue, 
God traced for both? If fetters, not a few, 
Of prejudice, convention, fall from me. 
These shall I bid men — each in his degree 
Also God-guided — bear, and gayly, too? 



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But little do or can the best of us : 

That little is achieved through Liberty. 

Who, then, dares hold, emancipated thus, 
His fellow shall continue bound? Not I, 

Who live, love, labor freely, nor discuss 
A brother's right to freedom. That is 
"Why." 



LIFE STANZAS 

'TpRUTH is within ourselves: it takes no 
^ rise 
From outward things, whate'er you may 

believe. 
There is an inmost centre in us all. 
Where Truth abides in fulness. . . . 

And, to know 
Rather consists in opening out a way 
Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape, 
Than in eflPecting entry for a light 
Supposed to be without. 



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I COUNT life just a stuff 
To try the soul's strength on, educe the 
man. 

Who keeps one end in view makes all things 
serve. 

Truth is the strong thing. Let man's life be 
true. 

BUT what if I fail in my purpose here? 
It is but to keep the nerves at strain, 
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall. 
And baffled get up and begin again, 
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all. 

I SEE my way as birds their trackless way. 
I Shall Arrive. 
What time, what circuit first, I ask not. 
In some time, his good time. 
I Shall Arrive. 



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O boldly; go serenely; goaugustly; 
Who can withstand thee then! 



STANZAS 
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

THE common problem, yours, mine, every- 
one's. 
Is not to fancy what were fair in life 
Provided it could be — but finding first 
What may be, then find how to make it fair 
Up to our means, — a very different thing. 

SO others shall 
Take patience, labor, to their heart and 
hand. 
From thy heart, and thy hand and thy brave 

cheer. 
And God's grace fructify through thee all. 

EARTH'S crammed with heaven 
And every common bush afire with God; 
But only he who sees takes off his shoes. 



POEMS BY EDWIN MARKHAM 

VICTORY IN DEFEAT 

DEFEAT may serve as well as victory 
To shake the soul and let the glory out. 
When the great oak is straining in the wind. 
The boughs drink in new beauty, and the 

trunk 
Sends down a deeper root on the windward 

side. 
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief 
Can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come 
To stretch out spaces in the heart for joy. 

EARTH IS ENOUGH 

WE men of earth have here the stuff 
Of Paradise — we have enough! 
We need no other stones to build 
The stairs into the Unfulfilled — 



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No other ivory for the doors — 
No other marble for the floors — 
No other cedar for the beam 
And dome of man's immortal dream. 

Here on the paths of every-day — 
Here on the common human way 
Is all the stuff the gods would take 
To build a Heaven, to mould and make 
New Edens. Ours the stuff sublime 
To build Eternity in time! 



THE PROPHET AND THE TRAVELERS 



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ONE is the city, gone the day. 
Yet still the story and the meaning stay: 



Once, where a prophet in the palm shade 

basked, 
A traveler chanced at noon to rest his mules. 
"What sort of people may they be," he asked, 
"In this proud city on the plain o'erspread?" 



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"Well, friend, what sort of people whence 
you came?" 
"What sort," the packman scowled, "why, 
knaves and fools." 
"You'll find the people here the same," 
The wise man said. 

Another stranger in the dusk drew near. 
And pausing cried, "What sort of people here 
In your bright city where yon towers arise?" 
"Well, friend, what sort of people whence 
you came?" 
"What sort," the pilgrim smiled, "good, true 
and wise!" 
"You'll find the people here the same," 
The wise man said. 



ONE MUSIC 

^HERE is a high place in the upper air. 
So high that all the jarring sounds of 
Earth — 



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All cursing and all crying and all mirth — 
Melt to one murmur and one music there. 

And so perhaps, high over worm and clod, 

There is an unimaginable goal, 

Where all the wars and discords of the soul 
Make one still music to the heart of God. 



PARTNERS 

WHO digs a well, or plants a seed, 
A sacred pact he keeps with sun and 
sod: 
With these he helps refresh and feed 
The world, and enters partnership with God. 

THE CHOICE 

EVERY end brings a new beginning: 
New dreams to dream, new worlds for 
winning; 
Brings husks for eating, loves for losing; 
Re-offers heaven and hell for choosing. 



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OUTWITTED 

HE drew a circle that shut me out 
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. 
But Love and I had the wit to win: 
We drew a circle that took him in. 



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THE LEGEND BEAUTIFUL 

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

TT A DST thou stayed I must have fled ! 
-*- •*• That is what the Vision said. 



In his chamber all alone, 
Leaning on the floor of stone, 
Prayed the monk in deep contrition 
For his sins of indecision. 
Prayed for greater self-denial 
In temptation and in trial; 
It was noonday by the dial, 
And the Monk was all alone. 



Suddenly, as if it lightened, 
An unwonted splendor brightened 
All within him and without him 
In that narrow cell of stone; 



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And he saw the Blessed Vision 
Of our Lord, with light Elysian 
Like a vesture wrapped about him. 
Like a garment round him thrown. 

Not as crucified and slain, 
Not in agonies of pain. 
Not with bleeding hands and feet. 
Did the Monk his Master see; 
But as in the village street. 
In the house or harvest-field. 
Halt and lame and blind he healed. 
When he walked in Galilee. 

In an attitude imploring. 

Hands upon his bosom crossed, 

Wondering, worshipping, adoring, 

Knelt the Monk in rapture lost. 

Lord, he thought, in heaven that reignest. 

Who am I, that thus thou deignest 

To reveal thyself to me? 

Who am I that from the centre 



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Of thj^ glory thou shouldst enter 
This poor cell, my guest to be? 



Then amid his exaltation, 
Loud the convent bell appalling. 
From its belfry, calling, calling, 
Rang through court and corridor, 
With persistent iteration 
He had never heard before. 
It was now the appointed hour 
When alike in shine or shower. 
Winter's cold or summer's heat, 
To the convent portals came. 
All the blind and halt and lame. 
All the beggars of the street. 
For their daily dole of food 
Dealt them by the brotherhood; 
And their almoner was he 
Who upon his bended knee. 
Rapt in silent ecstasy 
Of divinest self-surrender. 
Saw the Vision and the Splendor. 



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Deep distress and hesitation 
Mingled with his adoration; 
Should he go or should he stay, 
Should he leave the poor to wait 
Hungry at the convent gate, 
Till the Vision passed away? 
Should he slight his radiant guest. 
Slight his visitor celestial. 
For a crowd of ragged, bestial 
Beggars at the convent gate? 
Would the Vision there remain? 
Would the Vision come again? 

Then a voice within his breast 
Whispered, audible and clear, 
As if to the outward ear: 
"Do thy duty; that is best; 
Leave unto thy Lord the rest!'* 

Straightway to his feet he started. 
And with longing look intent 
On the Blessed Vision bent. 



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Slowly from his cell departed, 
Slowly on his errand went. 



At the gate the poor were waiting. 
Looking through the iron grating, 
With that terror in the eye 
That is only seen in those 
Who amid their wants and woes 
Hear the sound of doors that close. 
And of feet that pass them by; 
Grown familiar with disfavor, 
Grown familiar with the savor 
Of the bread by which men die! 
But today they knew not why, 
Like the gate of Paradise 
Seemed the convent gate to rise. 
Like a sacrament divine 
Seemed to them the bread and wine. 
In his heart the Monk was praying. 
Thinking of the homeless poor, 
What they suffer and endure; 
What we see not, what we see; 



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And the inward voice was saying: 
"Whatsoever things thou doest 
To the least of mine and lowest. 
That thou doest unto me!" 

Unto me! but had the Vision 
Come to him in beggar's clothing, 
Come a mendicant imploring. 
Would he then have knelt adoring, 
Or have listened with derision. 
And have turned away with loathing? 

Thus his conscience put the question. 
Full of troublesome suggestion. 
As at length, with hurried pace. 
Towards his cell he turned his face, 
And beheld the convent bright. 
With a supernatural light, 
Like a luminous cloud expanding 
Over floor and wall and ceiling. 

But he paused with awestruck feeling 
At the threshold of his door. 



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For the Vision still was standing 

As he left it there before, 

When the convent bell appalling, 

From its belfry, calling, calling, 

Summoned him to feed the poor. 

Through the long hour intervening 

It had waited his return. 

And he felt his bosom burn. 

Comprehending all the meaning. 

When the Blessed Vision said, 

"Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled!" 



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SELF-DEPENDENCE 
By Matthew Arnold 
EARY of myself and sick of asking 



What I am and what I ought to be, 
At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me 
Forward, forward o'er the starlit sea. 

And a look of passionate desire 

O'er the sea and to the stars I send; 

"Ye who from my childhood up have calmed 
me. 
Calm me, ah, compose me to the end!" 

"Ah, once more," I cried, "ye stars, ye waters. 
On my heart your mighty charm renew; 

Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you. 
Feel my soul becoming vast, like you!" 

From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of 
heaven, 
O'er the lit sea's unquiet way. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 45 

In the rushing night air came the answer; 
"Wouldst thou be as these, live as they. 

"Unaffrighted by the silence round them, 
Undistracted by the sights they see. 

These demand not that the things without 
them 
Yield them love, amusement, sympathy. 

"And with joy the stars perform their shining. 
And the sea its long moon-silvered roll; 

For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting 
All the fever of some differing soid. 

"Bounded by themselves and unregardful 
In what state God's other works may be. 

In their own tasks all their powers pouring. 
These attain the mighty life you see." 

O air-born voice! long since, severely clear, 
A cry like thine in mine own heart I hear; 

"Resolve to be thyself; and know that he 
Who finds himself loses his misery!" 



POEMS BY 
RALPH WALDO EMERSON 

GIVE ALL TO LOVE 

GIVE all to Love; 
Obey thy heart; 
Friends, kindred, days, 
Estate, good fame. 
Plans, credit, and the muse; 
Nothing refuse. 

'Tis a brave master, 
Let it have scope. 
Follow it utterly, 
Hope beyond hope; 
High and more high, 
It dives into noon, 
With wing unspent. 
Untold intent; 



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But 'tis a god, 
Knows its own path, 

And the outlets of the sky. 
'Tis not for the mean. 
It requireth courage stout. 
Souls above doubt, 
Valor unbending; 
Such 'twill reward. 
They shall return 
More than they were. 
And ever ascending. 

Leave all for Love; — 

Yet, hear me, yet. 

One word more thy heart-beloved. 

One pulse more of firm endeavor. 

Keep thee to-day 

To-morrow, for ever. 

Free as an Arab 

Of thy beloved. 

Cling with life to the maid; 



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But when the surprise. 
Vague shadow of surmise 
Flits across her bosom young 
Of a joy apart from thee. 
Free be she, fancy-free. 
Do not thou detain a hem, 
Nor the palest rose she flung 
From her summer diadem. 

Though thou loved her as thyself. 

As a self of purer clay, 

Tho' her parting dims the day. 

Stealing grace from all alive. 

Heartily know, 

When half-gods go. 

The gods-arrive. 

THE SONG OF LIFE 

LET me go where'er I will, 
I hear a sky-born music still; 
It sounds from all things old. 
It sounds from all things young, 



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From all that's fair, from all that's foul. 
Peals out a cheerful song. 
It is not only in the rose. 
It is not only in the bird. 
Not only where the rainbow glows. 
Nor in the song of woman heard, 
But in the darkest, meanest things, 
There alway, alway something sings. 
'Tis not in the high stars alone, 
Nor in the cups of budding flowers. 
Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone, 
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers. 
But in the mud and scum of things 
There alway, alway something sings. 

THE SOUL AND NATURE 

ALL my hurts 
My garden spade can heal, a woodland 
walk, 
A quest of river grapes, a mocking thrush. 
A wild rose, a rock-loving columbine. 
Salve my worst wounds. 



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THINE OWN WEALTH 

MAN'S the elm, and wealth the vine. 
Stanch and strong the tendrils twine. 
Though the frail ringlets thee deceive. 
None from its stock that vine can reave. 
Fear not, then, thou child infirm. 
There's no god dare wrong a worm. 
Laurel crowns cleave to deserts 
And power to him who power exerts; ♦ 

Hast not thy share? On winged feet, 
Lo! it rushes thee to meet; 
And all that Nature made thine own. 
Floating in air or pent in stone. 
Will rive the hills and swim the sea 
And like thy shadow follow thee. 



VERSES BY GOETHE 



"WHAT I MEANT TO DO" 

DID I when you went a-warring 
Bid your bloody battles cease? 
Did I make loud protestations 

When your congress patched a peace? 

But you w^ould give me directions 
How to read and how to write 

From the mighty book that nature 
Opened to the poet's sight! 



If you have the poet's vision, 

Show what things God showed to you; 
But if my work you would measure, 

First learn what I meant to do. 



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"BOLDNESS HATH GENIUS" 

LOSE this day loitering, it will be the same 
story 
Tomorrow, and the rest more dilatory: 
Thus indecision brings its own delays 
And days are lost tormenting over other days. 
Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute; 
What you can do, or dream you can, begin it; 
Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it; 
Only engage and then the mind grows heated; 
Begin, and then the work will be completed. 



REST 

REST is not quitting 
The busy career; 
Rest is the fitting 

Of self to one's sphere. 
'Tis the brook's motion, 
Clear without strife; 



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Flitting to ocean 

After this life. 
'Tis loving and serving 

The highest and best; 
'Tis onward, unswerving. 

And this is true rest. 



IF YE LAY BOUND 

By Sir Edwin Arnold 

TF ye lay bound upon the wheel of change, 
'■■ And no way were of breaking from the 

chain, 
The Heart of boundless Being is a curse. 
The Soul of Things fell Pain. 

Ye are not bound ! the Soul of Things is 
sweet, 
The Heart of Being is celestial rest; 
Stronger than woe is will: that which was 
Good 
Doth pass to Better — Best. 

— Frcmi ''Light of Asia.'* 



POEMS BY ROBERT LOVEMAN 

APRIL RAIN 

IT isn't raining rain to me, 
It's raining daffodils; 
In every dimpled drop I see 
Wild flowers on the hills. 
The clouds of gray engulf the day 
And overwhelm the town — 
It isn't raining rain to me, 
It's raining roses down. 

It isn't raining rain to me. 
But fields of clover bloom, 
Where any buccaneering bee 
May find a bed and room. 
A health unto the happy, 
A fig for him who frets — 
It isn't raining rain to me. 
It's raining violets. 



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FOR WORSHIP ALL THE DAY 

EVERY tree's a shrine to me, 
Each rock a temple rare. 
Each holy nook by hill or brook 
Is dedicate to prayer; 
Along go song with every hour. 
And flower by the way, 
Each sacred space is time and place 
For worship all the day. 

Every star doth gleam afar 

On altar of the night; 

The priestess moon in silver shoon 

Doth bless each peaceful light; 

Anon the dawn doth bloom again. 

The east in glad array, — 

Up valiant happy heart and strong, 

For worship all the day. 



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WORLD WAR 

npHE kings are going, there will be no 
'■' kings 

When compt shall come for all this 

bloody day; 
Out of the carnage and the sanguine fray 
Are looming portents of compulsive things; 

Vast are the tidings my marconi brings, 
The heirs of Hapsburg banisht in dismay. 
The Romanovs are fleeing ashen gray, 

The children starve, there are bread riotings. 

The house of Hohenzollern is laid low, 
The kings are going, let them swiftly go; 

A stricken world in horror and despair 
Sickens of hate and venomed mutterings 

Of court and clique, and damned intrigue 
there, 
The kings are going, there must be no kings. 



HE ALONE IS LIVING 

By John Boyle O'Reilly 

npO see the beauty of the world, and hear 
^ The rising harmony of growth, whose 
shade 
Of undertone is harmonized decay; 
To know that love is life — that blood is one 
And rushes to the union — that the heart 
Is like a cup athirst for wine of love; 
Who sees and feels this meaning utterly, 
The wrong of law, the right of man, the natural 

truth, 
Partaking not of selfish aims, witholding not 
The word that strengthens and the hand that 

helps ! 
Who wants and sympathizes with the pettiest 
life, 

And loves all things. 
And reaches up to God 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 59 

With thanks and blessing — 
He alone is living. 



I WROTE down my troubles every day; 
And after a few short years, 
When I turned to the heartaches passed away, 
I read them with smiles, not tears. 



LINES 

From Alexander Pope 

ALL are but parts of one stupendous whole. 
Whose body Nature is and God the soul; 
That chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same. 
Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame; 
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze. 
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; 
Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent. 
Spreads undivided, operates unspent; 
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part 
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart. 



ALL Nature is but art unknown to thee; 
All chance direction which thou canst 
not see; 
All discord harmonj^ not understood; 
All partial evil universal good. 



IMYSTERIES 

By Charles Hanson Towne 

LIFE holds unmeasured sanctities, 
Immortal glories, — sun, and moon, 
The quiet stars, the western skies. 
And the deep wonder of ripe June; 

The hills, the hosts of flowers; the mood 
Of Autumn, and the rippling rain; 

Beauty no heart has understood, 

Passion that makes no moment vain. 

It is so strange — this gift of breath. 
This pageant of the earth and sea; 

Yet stranger far than Life or Death 
Is this, O Love — your need of me. 



POEMS BY 
THEODORE LYNCH FITZ SIMONS 

THE UNSEEN SCULPTOR 

' I ^HERE is an unseen sculptor who hath 

^ wrought 
Throughout the ages diverse forms, — subhme 
And comic figures; mortals call him Time, 
But to philosophers his name is Thought. 



Contrasting attitudes and every sort 
And cast of countenance portraying crime 
And saint-like holiness in every clime, — 
Youth's smiles, grief's lines, — hath he con- 
ceived and caught; 
For as the inward soul is, ever must 
The outward form be, — neither more nor less 



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Than by Thought's ceaseless chiselling de- 
fined, — 

Joy's rounded contour, hollow-eyed Distress; 
Yet Sorrow's shapes shall crumble into dust 
When Thought hath immortality divined. 



FATE 

CTRANGE it is, yet 'tis true, 
^ Man's fate is not ruled by a star. 
For whatever we think, we are; 
And whatever we are, we do. 

Time tames us not; we grow old 
By thoughts of age, not by years. 
As a river-worn rock-bed, our fears 
Wear our forms into sorrowful mold. 




BY SAM WALTER FOSS 

LET me live in a house by the side 
of the road 
Where the race of men go by ; 
The men who are good and the men 
who are bad, 
As good and as bad as I. 

I would not sit in the scorner's seat, 

Or hurl the cynics ban ; 
Let me live in a house by the side of 
the road 

And be a Friend to man. 



"T^IS not the greatest singer, 

-*■ Who tries the loftiest themes, 
He is the true joj^ bringer. 

Who tells his simplest dreams. 



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He is the greatest poet. 

Who will renounce all art, 
And take his heart and show it 

To every other heart; 
Who writes no learned riddle, 

But sings his simplest rune. 
Takes his heartstrings for a fiddle. 

And plays his easiest tune. 



YES, clean yer house, an' clean yer shed. 
An' clean yer barn in every part; 
But brush the cobwebs from yer head, 

An' sweep the snowbanks from yer heart. 

Yes, w'en spring cleanin' comes around. 
Bring forth the duster an' the broom. 

But rake yer foggy notions down. 
An' sweep yer dusty soul of gloom. 



VERSES WITH SMILES 



THE TWO BROTHERS 

By LuciEN M. Lewis 

npHERE were twin brothers, we are told, 

''■ Whose mother at their hour of birth 
To satisfy some curious whim, 

Gave them the oddest names on earth. 
She named one Can, the other, Can't, 

And, lest confusion might be made, 
She stamped their names upon their breasts. 

In letters that would never fade. 
Time passed; Can was a wondrous man, 

God-like in every thought and deed. 
And somehow everything he touched 

Straightway would prosper and succeed. 
Can't was the victim of bad luck. 

And failed at everything he tried; 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 67 

'Till finally, the story goes, 

Bad luck assailed him and he died. 

O mothers of the sons of men, 
O mothers of the race to be. 

Stamp only Can upon their breasts; 
Stamp deep that all the world may see! 



REALIZED WISHES 

By Winifred Brachlow 

A T first I used to wish and wish 
"^^ For things I never got. 
But now I've turned my wishing 

Into Concentrated Thought; 
And would you really think it! 

My wishes all come true; 
Until I've only one wish left — 

I wish the same for you. 



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By Elizabeth Towne 

GOD loves me, 
And I love you; 
That is the way 

That God shines through. 



SING A SONG 
By Florence Adella Bertels 

SING a song of victory, 
A heart brimful of cry 
Can be soon changed to laughter, 
A song will drown a sigh. 

Sing of truth that fails not, 
Of God who never sleeps; 

Sing with confidence in Him 
Who His people keeps. 

Sunlight chases shadow. 

Healthful thoughts chase gloom; 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 69 

Then good cheer and courage 
In the heart find room. 

Sing a song of victory, 

Life's strings all in tune; 
Singing Faith will soon transform 

Night to day's full noon. 



BLUES AND BLUES 
By Annie L. Scull 

F you must sit high and sigh 
And have the blues, 
Why don't you try to realize 

That there are sighs and sighs, 
And Blues and Blues, 
From which to choose. f^ 

There are heavenly blues, and blue of tranquil 



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Both pleasant — if you have them, pray have 
these. 



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THE SECRET OF SUCCESS 

By Nixon Waterman 

NE day in huckleberry time, when little 
Johnny Flails 
And half a dozen other boys were starting with 

their pails 
To gather berries, Johnny's pa, in talking with 

him, said 
That he could tell him how to pick so he'd 

come out ahead. 
"First find your bush," said Johnny's pa, 

"and then stick to it till 
You've picked it clean. Let those go chasing 

all about who will 
In search of better bushes, but it's picking 

tells, my son. 
To look at fifty bushes doesn't count like pick- 
ing one." 
And Johnny did as he was told, and sure 

enough he found 



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By sticking to his bush while all the others 
chased around 

In search of better picking, 'twas as his father 
said; 

For while the others looked he worked, and 
• so came out ahead. 

And Johnny recollected this when he became 
a man. 

And first of all he laid him out a well-deter- 
mined plan. 

So while the brilliant triflers failed with all 
their brains and push. 

Wise steady-going Johnny won by "sticking 
to his bush." 



FRIENDS 

Author Unknown 

NEVER lose an old friend 
No matter what the cause. 
We wouldn't ever do it 
If we didn't look for flaws. 



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The one thing worth while having 
Is a friend that's stood the test. 

And who has one friend such as this 
Knows friendship at its best. 



HOBSON'S CHOICE 

By Florens Folsom 

JUST trust: 
You know you must! 
There's nothing else to do! 
Trust, and wait; 
Soon or late 
Youirs will come home to you. 



A LL things come to him who waits 
-^^ But that is merely stating 
One feature of the case — you've got 
To hustle while you're waiting. 

— Anon. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 73 



LAUGHTER 

ARE you worsted in a fight? 
" Laugh it off. 
Are you cheated of your right? 

Laugh it off. 
Don't make tragedy of trifles, 
Don't shoot butterflies with rifles — 
Laugh it off. 

Does your work get into kinks? 

Laugh it off. 
Are you near all sorts of brinks? 

Laugh it off. 
If enjoyment you are after. 
There's no recipe like laughter — 

Laugh it off. 

— Century. 



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DIVINE PROGRESS 

By Francis Ramsay 

'TpHE world is growing better — 

'■' Chant the rhyme — 
The world is growing better 
All the time. 

Strife of creeds will pass away, 
War dissolve in Love's bright ray; 
Brightly dawns the Golden Day- 
Thought sublime. 



WHERE FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS GROW 

By Ella Higginson 

T ICNOW a place where the sun is like gold, 
-"■ And the cherry blooms burst with snow. 
And down underneath is the loveliest nook 
Where the four-leaf clovers grow. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 75 

One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith, 

And one is for love, you know; 
And God put another one in for luck — 

If you search you will find where they grow. 

But you must have hope, and you must have 
faith. 

You must love and be strong; and so. 
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place 

Where the four-leaf clovers grow. 



BY MANY POETS 

INVICTUS 

By William Ernest Henley, 1849-1893 

OUT of the night that covers me, 
Black as the pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced or cried aloud. 

Under the bludgeoning of chance 
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
Looms but the horror of the shade, 

And yet the menace of the years 
Finds and shall find me unafraid. 



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It matters not how strait the gate, 

How charged with punishment the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate: 
I am the captain of my soul. 

GIVE WAY 

By Charlotte Perkins Gilman 

SHALL we not open the human heart, 
Swing the doors till the hinges start; 
Stop our worrying, doubt and din. 
Hunting Heaven and dodging sin? 
There is no need to search so wide — 
Open the door and stand aside — 
Let God In! 

Shall we not open the human heart 
To loving labor in field and mart; 
Worldng together for all about. 
The glad, large labor that knows not doubt? 
Can He be held in our narrow rim? 
Do the work that is work for Him — 
Let God Out! 



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Shall we not open the human heart. 
Never to close and stand apart? 
God is a force to give way to! 
God is a thing you have to do 
God can never be caught by prayer, 
Hid in your heart and fastened there — 
Let God Through! 



THE FURNACE 

By William Rose Benet 

ALL day for a wage 
He shoveled rage 
Into a furnace underground. 
It waxed white-hot. It made a roaring sound 

That sent its blast 
Through all his being, 'till at last 
This rage grew all his world. And still his 
chains held fast. 

So, from his throes. 
At last he rose. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 79 

And, with his shovel, slew a man, — past care 
Ran stumbling, sobbing, raving for the air. 
In consequence of which they bound him in a 

chair 
And Idlied his body with electric volts. 
The utter dolts! 



SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL, 

SPEAK NO EVIL 

By Grace MacGowan Cooke 

HOW shall I see no evil ? 
As the sun on the filthy pool, divining 
Naught but the glow of its own clear shining 
So shall you see no evil. 

How shall I hear no evil ? 

As the lark in the blue, toward heaven winging 
Hears only the sound of its own clear singing. 
So shall you hear no evil. 



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How shall I speak no evil ? 

"As thyself, thy neighbor," such loving 

kindness 
Will bring the holy deafness and blindness — 
And dumbness — to speak no evil. 



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THE WAY 

By Mary H. Force 

MOTHER with your thousand cares, 
O father with your business worries; 
O student with your serious airs, 
O servant with your nervous hurries — 
Be still! For every care ten fears you're 

holding! 
Be still! That great, mysterious Love en- 
folding 

Awaits your call. 

O toiler 'neath the sun's fierce rays, 
O sailor on a sea uncharted; 



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O prisoner, eking out your days, 
O sinner, sufferer, broken-hearted — 
Be still! There is a Rock that hides you; 
Be still! The Power that fills you guides you 
Whatever befall. 



EVOLUTION 

By Verne Dewitt Rowell 

I KNOW not of a thousand creeds 
Which one is right; 
A child in midnight gloom and darkness lost 
I seek the light. 

I only know that nothing is today 

As yesterday; 
The whole world changes and I too evolve 

In God's own way. 



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THE GREAT REUNION 

By Al^RED NOYES 

A THOUSAND creeds and battle cries, 
A thousand warring social schemes, 
A thousand new moralities, 

And twenty thousand thousand dreams! 

Each on his own anarchic way, 
From the old order breaking free. 

Our ruined world desires, you say. 
License once more, not Liberty. 

But, ah, beneath the struggling foam. 
When storm and change are on the deep, 

How quietly the tides come home, 

And how the depths of sea shine sleep. 

And we who march toward a goal. 

Destroying only to fulfil 
The law, the law of that great soul 

Which moves beneath your alien will; 



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We that like foemen meet the past 
Because we bring the future, know 

We only fight to achieve at last 
A great reunion with our foe; 

Reunion in the common needs, 

The common strivings of mankind; 

Reunion of our warring creeds 

In the one God that dwells behind. 

Then — in that day — we shall not meet 
Wrong with new WTong, but right with 
right; 

Our faith shall make your faith complete 
When our battalions reunite. 

Forward! what use in idle words.'^ 
Forward, O warriors of the soul! 

There will be breaking up of swords 

When that new morning makes us whole. 
— From " The Lord of Misrule." 



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I TRACK UPSTREAM THE SPIRIT'S 
CALL 

By Horace Traubel 

I TRACK upstream the spirit's call. 
Far, far I go, past all the seasoned ways. 
Challenging the cautious calendars and towns. 
I track upstream the spirit's call: 
Where it will take me I do not know. 
But my soul sees that it is all right and that 

we are not being deluded, 
And my feet follow my soul, often tardily, 

but the soul keeps on. 
I linger with a last apology, I play with toys, 
I make light of what is off there for what I 

can here put into my palm, 
I delay all farewells until the farewell of de- 
parture, 
And finally when leaving shed tears of genuine 

regret. 
I track upstream the spirit's call, 
Not daring now to disobey my dream. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 85 

I am swept with the hving current on and 

on; 
Into whatever storm I contentedly go, into 
whatever peace. 



BEREAVED 

By James Whitcomb Riley 

T ET me come in where you sit weeping, 






ay, 



Let me, who have not any child to die, 
Weep with you for the little one whose love 
I have known nothing of. 

The little arms that slowly, slowly loosed 
Their pressure round your neck; the hands 

you used 
To kiss. Such arms — such hands I never 

knew. 
May I not weep with you? 



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Fain would I be of service — say something. 
Between the tears, that would be comfort- 
ing, — 
But ah! so sadder than yourselves am I, 
Who have no child to die.^ 



DEBTS 
By Jessie B. Rittenhouse 

MY debt to you, Beloved, 
Is one I cannot pay 
In any coin of any realm 
On any reckoning day; 

For where is he shall figure 
The debt, when all is said, 

To one who makes you dream again 
When all the dreams were dead? 



The best thing I ever did," said Riley of the above 



poem of his. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 87 

Or where is the appraiser 
Who shall the claim compute 

Of one who makes you sing again. 
When all the songs were mute? 



THE GARDENER 

By Rabindraj^jath Tagk)re 

'\X7'HY did the lamp go out? 
^ ^ I shaded it with my cloak to save it 
From the wind, that is why the lamp went 
out. 

Why did the flower fade? 

I pressed it to my heart with anxious 

Love, that is why the flower faded. 

^Vlly did the stream dry up? 

I put a dam across it to have it for 

My use, that is why the stream dried up. 



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Why did the harp-string break? 
I tried to force a note that was 
Beyond its power, that is why the harp-string 
is broken. 



THE GREAT FORGIVENESS 

By Marchesa Florence Alli-Maccarani 

TXT'HY scorn the poor, the intermediate 
^ ^ things 
Twixt the far poles that ever hovering He, 
The Uttle souls that strive to rise to high 
Apotheosis on Virtue's broken wings? 
Must not the crimson dart the tempest brings 
Pierce the low clouds e'er blue mists seek the 

sky? 
So only he shall see the Victory nigh 
O'er sin, o'er death, who far his pardon flings. 
There are no evil things, no evil men 
But golden grades upon ascending scales 
That bear known good to good beyond our 
ken. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 89 

Ay and at last souls New Thought raised 

know well 
That e'en the Great Forgiveness fades and 

pales 
For nought for pardon craves in Heaven or 

Hell. 

VICTORY 
By Henry Victor Morgan 
T SING of victory, from the deep 
A Of broken years and sore defeat; 
From out the bitter fires of pain 
I chant the victor's conquering strain, 
For he who seeks to win the prize 
Must hope till even courage dies; 
And trust, though beaten to the dust, 
That Truth will win when hope is lost. 
This then is Victory — to know 
Though crushed beneath the foeman's blow, 
That every throb of mortal woe 
Brings God to face the conquering foe. 

Fr(ym ''Songs of Victory.'* 



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COURAGE 
By Florens Folsom 

COURAGE! Courage! Courage! The word 
is a marching-song; 
Trumpets and bugles and drums to these 

seven sounds belong; 
Banners and flags and pennons; shouts, ap- 
plause, acclaim; — 
But what of the courage that grubs in the 
dark, with never a dream of fame? 

The courage for dull routine; for Monotony's 
treadmill round; 

That cannot always smile, — but aye at its 
post is found; 

That clinches Duty with bull-dog grip; that 
silently shoulders and bears 

Taunts, reproaches, temptings, burdens, la- 
bors, cares. 



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Courage in the dark; Courage in shabby 
dress; 

Courage forgetful of self, unavid of Happi- 
ness, 

Not relying on Heaven, not afraid of Hell, — 

This is the kind of Courage for Me, though it 
toll a passing-bell! 



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SUGGESTION 

By Clifford Greve 

believe the song of the failures 



In a land where good men have won 
Is casting your lot with the losers; 
And doing what they have done. 

To listen and learn from the winners, 
Is winning yourself — their stake! 

You need not fear the advice you hear 
But beware whose advice you take! 



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TRUTH IS THE SUN 

By Samuel Valentine Cole 

HE truth is large; no man hath seen the 
whole; 

Larger than words; it brooks not the control 
Of argument and of distinctions nice; 
No age or creed can hold it, no device 
Of speech or language; ay, no syllogism; 
Truth is the sun, and reason is the prism 
You lift before it; w^hence the light is thrown 
In various colors; each man takes his own. 
If this man takes the red, as you the blue, 
Is yours the whole, and is his truth not 

true? 
Spirit is truth, howe'er the colors fall; 
The fact comes back to spirit, after all. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 93 

THE MAN YOU MEANT TO BE 

By Arthub William Beer 

A VISION there came in the night to me: 
There stood before me with sad, stern 
eyes 
A man whose presence breathed majesty, 
Wisdom and virtue, and high emprise. 

What was it brought back the years long fled? 

Who and what was this stranger to me? 
I questioned him straightway, he gravely said: 

" I am the man you meant to be." 

Then, stricken sorely, I turned away. 

Gone for aye was the wasted past, 
The years I had frittered day by day. 

And here had I come to the end at last. 

But while I lay grieving I heard him say: 
"Waste not your time in dull despair; 



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This world is a new world every day. 

Turn your back on the past and forward 
fare. 

'*The days of the past you have wasted, 'tis 
true; 

But of the fair future you still hold the key; 
It is never too late to begin life anew — 

I am the man you yet may be!" 



"NEW THOUGHT" 

By Anna Alice Chapin 

THE 'v^id that leaps from the singing deeps 
As fresh as the Sea's own spray, 
The wind that creeps from the eastern steeps, 
Warmed by the sun each day. 
Each free, sweet wind, so wild, so kind 
Is a feeble air and tame 
Compared to that Wind of subtler worth, 

The Breath of the Force that ruler the earth, 

New-born, yet ever the same. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 95 

The tides that flow to the grasses low, 

And fill each arid hole, 

The tides that flood the edge of the wood. 

And steal to the waiting shoal, 

The tides that rise where the white sand lies 

Have a trivial work to do. 

Compared to those waves that from God have 

swirled. 
The Tides of the Thought that made the 

world, — 
Eternal, yet ever new. 



THE BUILDING OF THE CITY 
By Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 

LET every street be made a reverent aisle 
Where music grows and beauty is un- 
chained. 

L.et every citizen be rich toward God, 
L.et Christ the beggar teach divinity — 



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Let no man rule who holds his money dear. 
Let this, our city, be our luxury. 

— In " The Building of Springfield. 



WHY NOT BEGIN? 

By Witter Bynner 

VyHETHER the time be slow or fast, 
^ ^ Enemies, hand in hand, 
Must come together at the last 
And understand. 

No matter how the die is cast. 

Or who may seem to win — 
We know that we must love at last — 

Why not begin. f* 



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WHY? 

By Katherine Quinn 

WHAT Might Have Been is a wanton, 
Barren, dissolute, cold; 
False to the innermost core is she. 

Tattered and soiled and sold. 
What Is is a fair young maiden. 

Resolute, fruitful, siceet 
From the crown of her head to the soles 
Of her swift moving feet. 

What Might Have Been is a harlot. 

Ruin is in her breath; 
Her words have the sting of the serpent. 

Her kisses are presage of death. 
What Is is a fountain of strength — 

All who lie on her breast 
Go forth to their labors renewed. 

Eager and full of zest. 



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Yet how often our thoughts seek the wanton 

In place of the maiden fair! 
How often we leave the virgin's white breast 

To lie in the harlot's lair! 



THE LACK 
By Ella Randall Pearce 

HE who performs his work with hostile 
mind, 
Feeling no urge save need or love of pelf, 
May give full measure unto all mankind, 
But, at the best, ignobly cheats himself. 

MY OWN 

By Madeline Abbott Lang 

TODAY is mine. In it no infamy of 
thought, 
Hate, Anger, Fear, Disease or Jealousy shall 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 99 

To keep "my own" from me. *'My own" is 

Health, 
Peace, Poise and I^ength of Days in this glad 

world, 
With Plenty — full of smiles — near by. 



DETERMINATION 

By Ethel L. Preble 

DETERMINATION! Thou fore-runner 
of Success; 
Thou life-breath of all great desire; 
Thou art a power that few possess: 

Thou art the spark which makes the fire! 
The tenacious beach-grass, thou, 

Which binds the shifting sands of idle 
thought, 
And, —with that force which makes men 
bow — 
Lo! In them a miracle is wrought! 



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CIRCUMSTANCE 

By Eleanor Robbins Wilson 

MEN marvel at the poet's song, 
Each lyric's soft, enchanting ring, 
Nor dream that once, when days were long, 
'Twas grief that taught her heart to sing. 

They watch the painter's canvas glow 
With sunlit waters, dawn's faint blush 

That yield no hint of years ago 
When poverty hath sped his brush. 

Yet I, the shadowed Circumstance 
Still wait within my darkened way 

And prick men with a testing lance 

To prove them more than common clay. 

WHEN DUTY IS A JOY 

JOY is a duty; — so with golden lore 
The Hebrew Rabbis taught in days of 
yore; 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 101 

And happy hearts heard in their speech 
Almost the highest wisdom man can reach. 

But one bright peak still rises far above! 
And there the master stands whose name is 

love, 
Saying to those whom heavy tasks employ, 
Life is divine when duty is a joy. 

— Author not known. 



SHINE JUST WHERE YOU ARE 
By John Hay 

DON'T waste your time in longing 
For bright, impossible things; 
Don't sit supinely yearning 
For the swiftness of wings; 
Don't spurn to be a rushlight 
Because you are not a star. 
But brighten some bit of darkness 
By shining just where you are. 



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There is need of the tiniest candle 

As well as the garish sun; 

The humblest deed is ennobled 

When it is worthily done; 

You may never be called to brighten 

The darkest regions afar; 

So, fill for the day your mission 

By shining just where you are. 



GOOD AND ILL 

By Joaquin Miller 

IN men whom men condemn as ill 
I find so much of goodness still; 
In men whom men pronounce divine 

I find so much of sin and blot, 
I hesitate to draw a line 

Between the two where God does not. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 103 



SUCH BLOSSOMINGS 

By John Milton Scott 
BEAUTEOUS dress 



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The little worm 
Wore down among the grass. 

I felt distress, 

Such pity 't seemed 
That into dust it pass. 

But when I saw 
The butterfly 
Spread out its rainbow wings, 

I blessed the law 

Of bitter loss 
That knew such blossomings. 



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RECIPROCITY 
By Rose M. de Vaux-Royer 

AT birth of morn, a pearly drop of dew 
Stood poised upon the petals of a flower. 
God placed it there, its mission to pursue — 
Directed by love's insight keen and true — 
Deep in this thirsting heart it spent its 
power. 

The Rose bloomed on beneath the scorching 
rays 
Of noontide; fed by this one tear from 
Heaven. 
Heart-comforted by token of His praise, 
It sent its fragrance through the close by- 
ways. 
Cheering the day from dawn till tides of 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 105 

FIGHT not against thy sins, my child! 
Better, remember what thou art — 
A soul, joined to the living God; 
His offspring, from whose boundless heart 
Forever flows into thine own. 
Strength, wisdom, truth, and love supreme: 
When thou rememberest this, dear one. 
Where are thy sins? Thou didst but dream. 
— Mary Putnam Gilmore. 



"FOR LOVE'S SAKE" 
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

IF thou must love me, let it be for nought 
Except for love's sake only. Do not say 
"I love her for her smile, her look, her way 
Of speaking gently, for a trick of thought 
That falls in well with mine," 
For these things in themselves, Beloved, 
May be changed or change for thee. 



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And love so placed may be unplaced so. 

Neither love me for thine own dear pity. 

Wiping my cheeks dry: 

Some day I might be too content to weep 

And lose thy love thereby; 

But love me for love's sake, that evermore 

We may love on through love's Eternity. 

If thou go from me, yet I feel that I shall stand 

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore 

Alone upon the threshold of my door 

Of individual life, I shall command 

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand 

Without the sense of thy touch upon the palm. 

The widest land fate takes to part us 

Leaves thy heart iri mine 

With pulses that beat double. 

What I do and what I dream include thee. 

And when I pray God for myself 

He hears that name of thine, 

And sees, within my eyes, the tears of two. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 107 

COUNTERPOISE 

By Caroline D. Swan 

O PALLID blue of yon ethereal sky, 
O gold of sunset swiftly drawing near, 
How soft ye meet and blend ! The atmosphere 
Still bids your sweet opposing tints ally 
To create emerald. So pure and high 
The delicate new tone, so elfin clear, — 
From both resultant — that we strain to hear 
Its color-music. Painters, who descry 
Its fair gradations, muse in wonderment. 
So, love, thy soul with silent spirit touch 
Re-acts on mine. Thy golden, calm content 
Soothes its low stir, a-quiver overmuch; 
'Tis warmth and light! As though some fire- 
bird flew 
Into its deeps of meditative blue. 



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INDIRECTION 
By Richard Realf 
AIR are the flowers and the children, but 



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their subtle suggestion is fairer; 

Rare is the rose-burst of dawn, but the secret 
that clasps it is rarer; 

Sweet the exultance of song, but the strain 
that precedes it is sweeter; 

And never was poem yet writ, but the mean- 
ing outmastered the meter. 



Never a daisy that grows, but a mystery 

guideth the growing; 
Never a river that flows, but a majesty scepters 

the flowing; 
Never a Shakespeare that soared, but a 

stronger than he did enfold him ; 
Nor ever a prophet foretells, but a mightier 

seer has foretold him. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 109 

Back of the canvas that throbs the painter 

is hinted and hidden; 
Into the statue that breathes the soul of the 

sculptor is bidden; 
Under the joy that is felt lie the infinite issues 

of feeling, 
Crowning the glory revealed is the glory that 

crowns the revealing. 

Great are the symbols of being, but that 

which is symboled is greater; 
Vast the create and beheld, but vaster the 

inward creator; 
Back of the sound broods the silence; back 

of the gift stands the giving; 
Back of the hand that receives thrill and 

sensitive nerves of receiving. 

Space is nothing to spirit; the deed is out- 
done by the doing; 

The heart of the wooer is warm, but warmer 
the heart of the wooing; 



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And up from the pits where those shiver, and 
up from the heights where these shine, 

Twin voices and shadows swing starward, 
and the essence of life is divine. 



THE PSALM OF THE WOODSMAN 
By William Steward Gordon 

BLESSED is the man that loveth Nature, 
For he shall never be lonely! 
Yea, though he loseth himself in the forest 
He is still in the midst of friends. 

The trees stretch their arms in protection; 
They invite him under their shelter. 
Their roots take hold of the mountain 
Like the stakes of a tent set firmly. 

The moss on the bark is a compass 
To tell him whither he goeth; 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 111 

It points his direction as surely 

As the guide-board out on the highway. 

The winds and the clouds are his servants; 
He knoweth their course in the season. 
Yea, the tree turns its face from the tempest. 
So the burden of branches is southward. 

The beasts and the birds are his comrades; 
He knoweth their signs and their habits. 
He knoweth their challenge of anger. 
And their milder language of mating. 

The rivulet calls him with laughter. 
And the pool is his only mirror. 
He looks, and the beard on his bosom 
Is blended with moss on the cedars. 

He knoweth the roots that are wholesome, 
And the edible barks and the berries — 
The camas that holdeth no poison, 
The celery and rice of the lakelets. 



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Yea, blessed the man of the mountains! 
And thrice blessed is he if he follows 
The trail that leads over the summit 
On the highway to regions immortal. 

The years hang as light on his shoulders 
As the grizzled wings of the eagle. 
They are only fanciful burdens, 
For they help him to fly away. 

His is the calling courageous : 
He blazed the trail for his children. 
His footprints are waymarks of safety 
And his bones are a guide to the living. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 113 

THE SPUR 
By Alois Dunbar 

BECAUSE of your strong faith, I kept the 
track 
Whose sharp-set stones my strength had 
well nigh spent. 
I could not meet your eyes if I turned back. 
So on I went. 

Because you would not yield belief in me. 
The threatening crags that rose, my way 
to bar, 
I conquered, inch by crumbling inch — to see 
The goal afar ! 

And though I strive toward it through hard 
years, 
Or flinch, or falter blindly, — yet, within, 
"You can!" unwavering, — my spirit hears; 
And I shall win! 



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UPLIFTS 
By Stillman F. Kneeland 

ADVERSITY is fortune's school, 
Its lessons fill the air; 
There's wisdom in the babbling brooks 
And uplifts everywhere. 

Disasters are but stepping-stones, 
That span life's mystic streams. 

Mere finger-posts to victory, 
Or figments of our dreams. 

The hand that bringeth sorrow, 

Ofttimes a blessing brings; 
The clouds that hover o'er us 

Are only angels' wings. 

If God is God and right is right, 
Though fools and cowards blame. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 115- 

Stand in the glowing beacon light, 
That ever shines the same. 

If God is good and right is might. 

We cannot suffer long; 
Discount the final victory, 

And lift your soul in song. 



THIS EARTH A PUZZLE 

By Herbert Kaufman 

npHIS earth is just a puzzle box 
'*' With secrets hidden in the rocks, 
And Titan forces under locks 
That wait on mental keys to free them. 
Look hard enough and you will see them. 
Few things are new 
But you can view 

Old truths from quite another angle; 
And if you concentrate, untangle 
What yesterday left in a wrangle. 



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The men who passed before were blind 

At times, and left a wealth behind 

Of opportunities that still 

Cry out to serve a stronger will, 

A sharper eye, a keener brain : 

The dogged seldom search in vain. 



BRIEF STANZAS OF POETRY 



npALK not of wasted affection! Affection 

"*■ never was wasted. 
If it enrich not the heart of another, its 

waters returning 
Back to their springs like the rains shall fill 

them full of refreshment. 
That which the fountain sends forth returns 
again to the fountain. 

— Longfellow. 



"OUILD thee more stately mansions, oh, 
4J my soul! 

As the swift seasons roll! 

Leave thy low-vaulted past, 
Let each new temple, nobler than the last. 



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Shut thee from heaven with a dome more 
vast, 

Till thou at length art free; 
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unrest- 
ing sea. 
— Holmes, " The Chambered Nautilus."* 



FRAME your mind to mirth and merriment 
Which .bars a thousand harms and 

lengthens life. 

— Shakespeare. 

' (^ THOU that sittest above the sound of 
V>/ prayer, 
O thou lovely One, with thy beautiful Face, 

with thy beautiful Eyes, 
Thou knowest not Crime; thou say est of the 

Evil-doer, 
'His brow is fevered.' And thoulayest thine 

Hand 
On his hot brow, and coolest it to Peace." 
— From The Japanese. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 119 

^HE worlds in which we live are two: 

The world i am and the world i do. 

— Van Dyke. 



BY thine own soul's law, learn to live; 
And if men thwart thee, take no heed, 
And if men hate thee, have no care — 

Sing then thy song, and do thy deed; 
Hope then thy hope, and pray thy prayer, 
xA.nd claim no crown they will not give. 
— John Whittier. 



WATCH well the building of thy dream! 
However hopeless it may seem. 
The time will come when it shall be 
A prison or a home for thee. 

— Winifred Webb. 



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WORK thou for pleasure; paint or sing 
or carve 
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve. 
Who works for glory misses oft the goal; 
Who works for money coins his very soul; 
Work for the work's sake, then, and it may 

be 
That these things shall be added unto thee. 
— Kenyon Cox. 



I AM beginning to suspect 
That all the world are partners, whatever 
their creed or sect; 
That life is a kind of pilgrimage — a sort of 

Jericho road. 
And kindness to one's fellows the sweetest 
law in the code. 

— Wallace Bruce, Inasmuch. 



POEMS OF SUN-LIT HEIGHTS 121 

THE inner side of every cloud 
Is bright and shining. 
And so I turn my clouds about 
And always wear them inside out, 
To show the lining. 

— James Whitcomb Riley. 



BE noble, and the nobleness that lies 
In other men sleeping, but never dead, 
Shall rise in majesty to meet thine own. 

— Whittier. 

npO be saved is only this, 
^ Salvation from our selfishness. 

— Whittier 

T^HE sorrow that unmakes some old desire, 
"*' And on the same foundation builds a 

higher, 

[lath more than joy for him who acquiesces. 

— Anon. 



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ONLY thyself thyself can harm. 
Forget it not! And full of peace 
As if the south wind whispered warm. 
Wait thou till storm and tumult cease. 

— Ano?i. 



Let thy soul walk softly in thee, as a saint 

in heaven unshod, 
For to be alone with silence is to be alone 

with God. 



GOD is the Whole — love all and you 
love God; 
Soul and body, sky and sea and sod. 



'Joy is the grace we say to God.' 



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